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Downtown just to have a few,

Gonna drink until I spew,

Haze of smoke and dim lit rooms,

Raise our glass and choke on fumes.

Just a slave to this cold brew,

Nothing more to say or do,

Walking streets all worn and bruised,

Get it fucking into you

Get it India

Bitter echoes in the night

Jaded heart no end in sight,

Faded dreams, once burning bright

Drowning slow in constant spite.

Cynic's grin, a twisted light

Tangled thoughts, a constant fight

Emotions numb and out of sight,

Let's have a toast, this ends tonight

Get It India

It's going down,

Glass o brown